This was the week we started our big trip out
East. I had no idea what I was in for, but I knew that by the end of the
trip I would have met all of my grandparents except the ones who live in
California. It also meant that I would a lot more plane rides. I did
pretty good on the previous trips even though I was a little scared.
I got to meet my dad's best friend Paul Baker. Him and his
wife Sherri have a little baby Adam. I was not very happy about this.
He is only 11 weeks old and therefore younger than me. I have always been
the youngest. Mom and dad kept wanting to hold him and not me. What
am I, pureed liver?
Not much new in the development area. I keep teasing that I
am going to crawl, but for now I just end up accidentally inching my way along.
I make a lot of babbling noises. My favorite is "Na". It does not
have any meaning, I just like the way it sounds. I also have two teeth.
They are just long enough to bite fingers and other things that end up in my
mouth (sorry mommy, I sometimes slip).

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1. Pleassseee. Can I read
just one more book before bed? (I have finished "War and Peace" and I am
trying to get through "The Little Engine That Could".)
2-3. Now that I can stand, I am that much closer to my master plan to make
my parents lives as complicated as I can.

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4. It is a good thing that Aunt
Melissa has a sense of style (Old Navy). Otherwise I would always be
dressed in the dorky clothes that my mom and dad pick out.
5. And to think I have been using a straight razor all this time.
Electric is so much easier.
6. See I can sit by myself. Mostly.

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7. I love my mommy.
8. This is so you think that I was good the whole plane ride.

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9. This is the same pacifier.
The one on the left is when I am almost 6 months old. The one on the
right is when I am 3 days old.

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10. Why is my mom being
friendly to that other baby?
11. Just a little bit more...
12. Us and that other baby (Adam Baker).